Of The Low

[the 1 bow 1112]

Previously on Minecraft's "Lord of the Craft"

 

The Braduks had fallen. Maero, dubbed 'Maero the Mad' had revived the Braduks with the sole intention of becoming Rex. His son, Mokro, later dubbed 'The Great Rhino' saw the dishonour in his fathers actions and killed him. Seeing the state of his clan, Mokro disbanded the Braduks. The few that were left mainly repatched back to the strong Yar clan. Mokro died soon after. The Braduk's were few, but alive. The living Braduks rectified the dishonour that was forced upon them by leaving the Braduk clan, and the once great clan was gone. For good.

 

The ground was rough and worn, a already ageing path of gravel, it was coarse under the boars feet. It trotted down no road in particular, before its reigns were pulled and it was brought to a sudden stop. The boar snorted. Its master dismounted. A pale sickly green coloured orc, over 8ft tall dismounted his beast. He was covered in scars all over his body, long a deep. The orc had an evil sense to him, it hung over him like a cloud prepped to pour rain. Grunting, he opened the bag attached to the saddle on the boar, pulling out a long brutal looking scimitar, with lines carved into the hilt. A tally. He then pulled out a bone club, the animal of which the bone was produced from is unknown, yet it had to be a large animal as the bone was the size of a longsword. Metal spikes were stabbed into it, jabbing out in all directions to make the piece of the skeletal system a lethal weapon. Wielding the scimitar in his left hand and the club in his right, the monstrous orc approached his destination and reason for stopping, a small inn, or maybe it was a tavern. Regardless, with a vicious snarl, the orc approached the establishment, hell bent on one thing. He kicked the doors open, snarling again, baring his large yellowy tusks.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tlq0l2vEO-M

 

Covered in blood and two fresh new scars, with three severed heads attached to his belt by the victims hair, he marched back to his boar, it was a reddish brown with almost as many scars as its master. An ugly beast. The orc put his weapons back in the bag, but left the heads on his belt to send a message. He paused a brief moment, sniffing the air. His boar did the same. With a whistle, the orc ordered his boar in a certain direction and they rode off. Half a day passed. Arriving at the sands, the orc rode in slow. He found a secluded spot, and dismounted, making his own personal makeshift camp for the time being.

 

That orc was known as Krakhorn, or Krakhorn 'of the low'. And he was home.

 

---OOC---

 

BOWS BACK?! Who missed me? Naah im not that much of a cocky skah'ha but I will say I missed the server. Now the reason why I left (for the second time) was completely different to the first time and for much more realistic reasons. Im nearing the end of Year 12, and I will have University soon after, but the kicker was I had increasing hours at work. Well fortunately/unfortunately I quit my job for personal reasons, and now have the time again for my mistress, techniqually misteress(?) LOTC. To anybody who cared to read my grand return post thankyou, and my closing words could possibly be a relief to some, as from now on when I leave the server temporarily, I will no longer kill off all my characters which saves me time, and everybody else the time of reading their death post.

 

Deal with it.

 

-Bowdoggydogg

 

PS: Krakhorn has no relation to the Braduks and I only did that 'Previously' think because a) walking dead is back today   and b) in case anybody was wondering what was going on with them. The Braduks are gone. Except for the leaving members in the Yar clan. 

 

~EDIT~

 

Changed the name cuz i havent rped properly yet and didnt like Krakhorn so will come up with heart wrenching back story to go with why he used krakhorn as alias prmise. kthnxbai

[Raptorious 1899]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.